The doctor's words hung in the air like a miracle, filling the room with a sense of wonder and awe. "Congratulations, Mr. Armaan, aapki wife pregnant hai!"she declared, a warm smile spreading across her face. 

Armaan stood shocked, his eyes wide with disbelief, as he struggled to process the news. He thought back to all the times Abhira had spoken about never being able to become a mother, about the pain and the sadness that had filled her eyes. And now, this miracle.

"But... but aapne jo report bhijwaai thi usme toh likha tha Abhira kabhi maa nahi ban sakti!" Armaan stuttered, his voice shaking with emotion.

 He felt like he was living in a dream, like nothing made sense anymore. The doctor's words had turned his world upside down, and he didn't know how to react. 

He looked at Abhira, who stood beside him, a look of shock and wonder on her face. She seemed to be in a daze, like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. 

The doctor's expression turned gentle, her eyes filled with compassion.

 "What are you saying, Mr. Armaan? Abhira's reports were absolutely normal, and she can naturally conceive. We ran the tests again to confirm, and the results are clear: Abhira is going to be a mother," she explained, her voice soft and reassuring.

 Armaan felt a lump form in his throat as he turned to Abhira, who was still in a state of shock. He took her hand in his, trying to process the emotions that were swirling inside him. 

This was a miracle, a second chance at happiness, and he didn't know how to express his gratitude.

"Armaan!" Abhira exclaimed, her voice trembling with joy as she looked at him with happy tears streaming down her face. 

Her eyes sparkled like diamonds, shining brightlAbhira nodded, her face buried in Armaan's chest.

He pulled her into a tight hug, holding her close as he tried to process the overwhelming emotions that were flooding his heart.

 "We're going to be parents, Abhira," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "We're going to have a baby." 

Abhira nodded, her face buried in Armaan's chest. "I know," she whispered back, her voice barely audible. 

"I'm going to be a mother." The words hung in the air, filled with wonder and awe, as the reality of their situation slowly sank in.

 The doctor smiled, her eyes shining with warmth. "Congratulations, you two," she said, her voice filled with genuine happiness.

 "This is a miracle, a blessing. Take care of each other, and your baby. You're going to be amazing parents."

A suspicious thought crept into Armaan's mind, refusing to be shaken off. Did someone change the reports? The question echoed in his mind like a mantra, fueling his doubts and fears. 

He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off, that someone had tampered with the reports. Determined to get to the bottom of the mystery, Armaan decided to investigate further.

As Armaan continued to watch the footage, his eyes widened in shock. There, on the screen, was Sanjay Fufasa, sneaking into the mansion's hall, where Abhira's medical reports were kept.

 Armaan's heart sank as he watched Sanjay's hands moving swiftly, tampering with the reports. It was clear that Sanjay had been trying to hide the truth about Abhira's pregnancy. 

Armaan's anger boiled over as he realized the extent of Sanjay's deception. He had been manipulating everyone, using his cunning and guile to keep the truth hidden.

 But why? What did Sanjay have to gain from all of this? Armaan's mind racing with questions, he decided to confront Sanjay once and for all. 

With a determined look on his face, Armaan stormed out of the security room, ready to face Sanjay and demand the truth.

Kaveri's eyes were fixed on Armaan as they returned to the hall, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

 "What happened to Abhira, Armaan?" she asked, her voice firm but gentle. The room fell silent as everyone waited with bated breath for Armaan's response.

 Abhir, Manish, Keerti, Naksh, and their children, Krish and Krishna, all leaned in, their eyes fixed on Armaan, eager for answers. 

Armaan took a deep breath before responding, "Abhira is pregnant, Dadisa." The room erupted into a mixture of shock, surprise, and excitement. 

But not everyone was pleased with the news. Ruhi's face twisted into a venomous scowl. "Aesa kese ho sakta hai, Abhira ki reports mein toh likha tha woh maa nhi ban sakti?" she spat, her voice dripping with malice.

 Her eyes seemed to bore into Abhira, as if accusing her of somehow manipulating the situation.

Armaan's eyes locked onto a particular person in the room, his gaze piercing. "Reports badli gayi thi," he said, his voice low and even. 

The person he was looking at gulped in fear, their eyes darting nervously around the room. The atmosphere in the room became tense, with everyone sensing that something was amiss.

 It was clear that Armaan suspected foul play, and the room was filled with an air of anticipation, as everyone waited to see what would happen next.

As the silence in the room stretched on, the tension became almost palpable. 

It was clear that Armaan's accusation had struck a nerve, and the person he was looking at was struggling to maintain their composure.

Vidya's words cut through the air like a knife, her voice dripping with venom. "Aese koi nhi badlta reports, iss Abhira ne hi kuch kiya hoga!" she spat, her eyes flashing with accusation. Armaan felt anger rushing through his veins, his face darkening with rage.

"Enough, Maa!" Armaan thundered, his voice echoing through the room. 

"Main aapki batein sun raha hun, iska matlab yeh nhi ki aap meri Abhira ke baarein mein kuch bhi bolti rehengi!" He took a step forward, his eyes blazing with anger, as he confronted Vidya.

 The room fell silent, with everyone watching the scene unfold with bated breath.

Vidya took a step back, her face paling as she realized she had gone too far. But Armaan was beyond reason. 

He was furious, his anger fueled by Vidya's vicious words. "Abhira is my wife, and I will not stand for anyone speaking ill of her," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You will apologize to her, Maa, and you will do it now."

Vidya's face turned ashen as Armaan's words cut through the air, his tone dripping with disdain. She took a step back, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. 

But Armaan's gaze pinned her down, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Shaadi hui hai meri aur abhira ki," Armaan spat, his voice venomous. "Market se khareeda nhi hai maine!" He took a step closer to Vidya, his face inches from hers. "If you want my respect, learn to respect my wife, Mrs. Vidya Poddar."

The room fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two combatants. Vidya's eyes flashed with anger, but Armaan's gaze didn't waver.

 He stood tall, his shoulders squared, his eyes blazing with defiance. The message was clear: he would not tolerate any disrespect towards Abhira, not even from his own mother.

Vidya's face contorted in anger as she argued, "Maa hun main tumhari, Armaan!" But Armaan just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound.

"Sautelii maa!" he spat, his voice dripping with venom.

 "Aur agar maa aesi hoti hai na jo khud apne bacche ki khushiyon ki dushman ho toh nhi chahiye mujhe maa." His eyes blazed with anger as he turned away from Vidya. "I'll be happy being orphan."

The room fell silent once more, the weight of Armaan's words hanging in the air like a challenge. Vidya's face paled, her eyes wide with shock and hurt.

 She took a step forward, her hand outstretched, but Armaan turned his back on her, his shoulders squared in defiance. 

The message was clear: he would no longer tolerate her toxic behavior, and he was willing to cut her out of his life if necessary.

Abhir's eyes shone with pride as he watched Armaan stand up for Abhira.

 He felt proud of his sister's choice, proud that she had found a man who loved and respected her for who she was.

 Armaan's fierce defense of Abhira had warmed Abhir's heart, and he knew that his sister was in good hands.

As he looked at Armaan, Abhir felt a sense of gratitude towards him. 

He had never seen anyone stand up to their family like that before, especially not for someone like Abhira, who had been through so much. 

Armaan's love and devotion to Abhira were evident in every word he spoke, every gesture he made. And Abhir knew that he would do anything to protect his sister and her happiness.

The room was still tense, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. But Abhir felt a sense of hope, a sense that things might finally be looking up for his sister. 

He glanced at Abhira, who was watching Armaan with tears in her eyes. She looked happy, truly happy, for the first time in a long time. 

And Abhir knew that he would do anything to make sure that happiness stayed with her forever.

Kaveri's voice cut through the tension in the room, her eyes fixed on Armaan as she asked, "Kisne badli thi reports, Armaan?" Her tone was calm and measured, but her eyes sparkled with a hint of curiosity, sensing the tension between Armaan and Vidya.